Romano was standing with his back to the cubicle door, his head bowed beneath the strong spray and his hands braced against the tiled wall, long arms outstretched in front of him and muscles tensed. 

He didn't seem to know that Eliza was there until her delicate hands touched the bunched muscles of his shoulders.

The younger could feel his instinctive jerk of surprise beneath his touch and very gently moved her hands until they crept down under his arms and around to his broad chest.

Eliza ...